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I love folk tales. So, today I'll share with you a passage from an Irish tale from Irish Fairy and Folk Tales (1888) by W.B. Yeats.
The description is so vivid, you can almost picture the scene!
The first beams of the rising sun were just gliding the lofty summit of Gleena, when the waters near the eastern shore of the lake became suddenly and violently agitated, though all the rest of its surface lay smooth and still as a tomb of polished marble, the next morning a foaming wave darted forward, and, like a proud, high-crested war-horse, exulting in his strength, rushed across the lake toward Toomies mountain. Behind this wave appered a stately warrior fully armed, mounted upon a milk-white steed that sprang after the wave along the water which bore him up like firm earth. The warrior was O'Donoghue, followed by numberless youths and maidens linked together by garlands of delicious spring flowers, and they timed their movements to strains of enchanting melody.
This is a part of the folk tale The Legend of O'Donoghue.
Which is your favourite folk tale?